Asura let out a heavy sigh as she made her way back to see if her father was done with his usual report and offering as the person in charge of overseeing Zion.
Guilt washed over her face at the thought of what her father did. She was aware of all her father's dealings, especially since her father had sold himself to Devon so that he could have his current position over Zion.
She didn't want to rattle her friend's hideout on that one night three years ago during the siege of Helion, but she had no choice if she wanted to stay alive. Just because she was her father's daughter didn't mean that she would be protected. Nothing mattered to her father other than himself and his greed for power.
"You, stop right there!"
She abruptly halted, her heart hammering hard against her chest at the sound of Mistress Marla's voice. Already, Asura could tell what the woman wanted from her.
